pairing. roommate!dennis whitaker x ogilvies (ex) gf!reader
genre. smut. wc. 2.6k
warnings. mdni, munch!Dennis, roommate!Dennis, kind of cheating...., james ogilvie, smut, p in v, fingering, oral (f!recieving), slight exhibitionism (they fuck in the living room), reader has curly hair and meat on her bones bc I do, hint of perv Dennis, kind of proofread,
a/n. based on this request... loved it so much had to make it a fic
You'd come home after a bad ending date with your... kind of boyfriend? you don't know anymore after this. Trinity could immediately tell something was up.
"What's your problem?" she asked looking at you from the couch. "its nothing" you huffed taking your heels off, then padding over to the kitchen for a beer. Trinity patted the spot on the couch next to her and you brought her a beer and sat down in that same spot with a huff.
"You always have that look on your face when you're back from hanging out with James, pleeaseee tell me you're breaking up" she asked, going about her finally getting a chance.
"First of all, we are dating, we aren't official... it's just stupid and embarrassing" you sighed, slumping back into the couch feeling pathetic. Trinity made a face before replying "I mean dating him is embarrassing enough I'm sure it can't get any worse from there" she smirked at you
"Okay. rude" you both laughed when you gave her a gentle shove
You sighed again, taking a sip of the beer. "It's just, dates are boring. He's boring! and he's fucking rude! Like— I just. Oh my god!"
Trinity was giving you another look "and you.. never realized that... before... or....?" you looked at her annoyed "No! Because I never worked on anything with him, and you know what thank fucking god.
You sat up like a revelation "Oh my god, Trinity. You know, not once out of however many times we've... fucked" you shuddered “I never—”
"YOU MEAN YOU NEVER CAME??? LIKE.. NOT ON— mmph!" Trinity' s shock was silenced by your hand flying to shut her up by covering her mouth "hello?? shut the hell up Dennis is sleeping. Besides, I don't want him hearing about this." you huff "ugh its so embarrassing. I kept thinking 'he'll get it! he'll learn!' and guess fucking what? he. never. does"
"I just need to cum! It's making me loony. like holy shit I don't wanna have to come home and rub one out every time we hang out i'm starting to want to kill him" you huffed out a laugh
After some more chatting and laughing, you decided to go shower to wash off the disgust while formulating your text to James to cut ties.
You showered, washed your face, and took an extra time to decompress under the warm water. The warmth of the water hitting your skin works to help you relax. Once you got out you made sure to do your nightly skin care and work in some curl cream and gel before you made sure to diffuse it.
Finally, while you were brushing your teeth, you finally decided to text James. your fingers tapping on the granite sink counter staring at the screen. You held your toothbrush in your mouth and typed it out.
you: I think we should call it quits I don't think this is working out for us
You spat out the frothed toothpaste and gargled some mouth wash then rinsed out the sink — giving yourself one extra look in the mirror before turning the light off and going to grab your silk bonnet to just chill out in the living room and watch TV.
So here you are, watching your show, in your pajama shorts and tee shirt, drinking whatever tea you could find in the pantry. The apartment was quiet, aside from the TV audio and the ceiling fan spinning.
Then you heard a creak from the hard wood floor making your head flick to the sound. to find Dennis creeping out of his room "Sorry... didn't mean to scare you" he said moving to sit down by you
"God, no you're fine, sorry if I woke you." you smiled at him wondering if he heard the talk from earlier or if it was your hair dryer.
You cleared your throat offering tea which he politely declined. leaving the both of you feeling awkward. It shouldn't be, you two were friends. You were a bit fidgety and he kept glancing at you... it was quiet between you and you were hoping he hadn't heard your embarrassing story from earlier... but that awkwardness vanished after getting a notification on your phone.
James Ogilvie: I thought we had a great time together, I just don't understand where this is coming from...
James Ogilvie: I just wish you would've told me before I wasted so much money on you. Maybe we should go out and talk this over, your treat?
"ugh... what the fuck—" you mumble to yourself. Dennis looks at you curiously. He gets a bit closer, leaning in to ask softly, "what's wrong?" all you could think of was how sweet he was. How nice it was for him to be worried meanwhile his hand is already aching to touch you.
"Ogilvie is just an asshole, I should've never agreed to go out with him let alone go on multiple dates." you were already getting ready to text him something back, telling him off.
"Oh yeah I heard you earlier... is that really true? that he never made you cum?" he asked
You were shocked... 'So he did hear me' .... you thought to yourself, blinking a few too many times. You turned your head to look at him "you.. heard that?" you asked him.
"Yeah, these walls are really thin and I was up watching uhh.. something, and happened to hear." Dennis shrugged like it wasn't an embarrassing conversation
"Uh— yeah... it's true ... he's just... is weird... I don't know why I tried with him" you said taking a sip of your tea, fixing the satin on your head to sit better
Dennis nodded, brows scrunched like he's deep in thought "yeah he sucks... and he's rude"
"I know he treats people and patients like shit—" you began
"No, I mean it's rude of him to leave you unsatisfied. a real man would've had you fucked out and finished in no time... but... that too" Dennis said.
you brain was short circuiting "uh—"
Dennis looked at you with a warm calloused hand resting on your thigh, squeezing lightly. "I just think... if he was a better boyfriend... he should've made sure you came first... every time..." he paused for a moment staring into your eyes "that's what I would've done if I had you..."
"Dennis—" your breath hitched, his hand squeezed the fat of your thigh. he was so close you could feel his breath
he was almost on top of you now, his hands on either side of your hips "let me show you how a real man should treat a lady, hm?" you nodded, searching his eyes, seeing them sparkle from the moonlight. you were entranced by him, his sultry voice, you'd never heard him talk like this before
"mm-mm, I need to hear you say it, I've been waiting too long for just a nod..." he said in that same smooth voice,
"yes... yes, please show me..." your lips chased his and he immediately latched his lips to yours. one of his hands sliding up your waist you wrap your arms around his neck. One of your fingers threaded through his hair as your lips moved together with fervor.
you couldn't help yourself. You knew you should clarify that it was over with James but when one of your closest friends is on top of you grinding his hard-on onto your thigh... well you weren't worried about it.
Dennis' rough hands grabbed at your waist. He was eager and desperate to feel you. his hands pushing your shirt up, pulling it off of you, dragging the bonnet off with it. You didn't care, not when he started kissing down your body.
he sucked small bruises on your collar bone and his hands began to massage and grope your breasts before his kisses moved down you your nipples.
"fuck—" you gasped looking down at his eyes. they were almost like a predator the way he looked up at you licking over your hardened buds. he cracked a smile before latching to one, groaning against it — sending vibrations through you body " oh god... Dennis..." you whined, fingers tightening in his hair.
His wet kisses traveled down your navel — he stopped just above your pajama shorts to stop and look up at you for permission to go further. you looked down at him with dazed eyes and a nod, silently thankful that you'd gotten a wax. you moved to take your shorts off but he quickly stopped you taking them off throwing them behind him.
He hummed to himself as he got your thighs over his shoulders "do you usually wax?" he asked giving your sensitive bud a kiss
"Sometimes just to get it cleaned up... but James doesn't like hair... so I just get everything waxed" you confessed. James always said how much he hated body hair and was very particular about how you looked specifically.
Dennis huffed, dragging his tongue along your slit causing you to shudder. "y'know... a real man wouldn't care about that kind of stuff, I don't, you'd never have to do that if you didn't want to with me" he told you, rubbing your thigh. He turned his head to kiss and nip the plushness of thigh smiling when he felt your legs tense. "Relax, pretty... let me take care of you... just like I'm supposed to..." he mumbled, diving back in for a taste.
You let out a loud gasp. One hand flying up to cover your mouth and the other to his hair. Your leg jerked up trying to close but he quickly pinned it to his shoulders lapping up your sweet juices. “Fuck…!” your toes curled and pressing into his back as he worked you up. You'd never felt so good from just a tongue. He hummed against you, sending vibrations through your core.
Your eyes sewn together, mouth agape, your moans and gasps come out stuttered as his tongue drew vigorous circles against your tilt "oh my god... Dennis!" you bit down on a knuckle in hopes to shut yourself up but he was so fucking good at this. Thank god trinity slept like a rock.
You looked down to see his stupid smirk. you just shoved his head back down "mmph... eager... making you feel good? hm?" he mumbled against your skin, you gave him a nod as one of his hands slid up to grope your breast.
Dennis brought his other hand down slowly pressing his middle and ring finger into your cunt using his fingers to stretch you open. Your hips stuttered and eyes rolled back feeling his thick long fingers scissor gently inside you, gently curling to find your sweet spot "oh— god— den!" he smiled.
He started moving faster and more spirited with his licks and thrusts of his fingers. you gasped hitting the back of the couch as your face scrunched up. "fuck fuck fuckfuckfufck!" your legs locked up and your hips rolled, riding yourself through your orgasm ".... oh god..."
When he sat back on his heels, You laid there, on your back, panting, eyes half lidded as you looked up at him… your eyes followed his face, landing on his chin and parts of his shirt, noticing wet marks from him making you squirt. Your eyes traveled downward to his boxers seeing a wet stain on them, your breath hitching at the sight "mm see baby... real men get off on making their girls feel good" he smiled. “oh my god…” you mumbled in return.
“Nope, just me” Dennis leaned over your body to kiss you and grind his hard on between your soaked folds. You whined, still feeling sensitive but you didn't care…
Dennis left sloppy kisses and bites along your chest and collar bone, he moved his boxers down enough for his cock to spring out, you were shocked by his size, James wasn't that big. Dennis smirked rubbing his length along your slit to coax out whines from you “big huh? Think you can take it in your tight cunt?” he asked almost mockingly.
You nodded eagerly. “Words honey, tell me you can take my dick” Dennis commanded.
“I can take it…” you gave him another nod, lazier this time… he put a pillow under your hips and began to press his tip against your entrance. You bit our lip, eyebrows scrunching as he pushed in, sheathing himself inside you with a loud groan “fuck… you feel perfect… so tight n’ warm…” his big hands ran up your stomach groping your tits and hips. “Feels good huh?” he asked, giving you a minute to adjust. Your head jerked up and down.
Just as he was about to move your phone, you got a call...
Incoming Call: James Ogilvie ❤️
he smiled before slamming his hips in, bottoming out. "fuck—" you whined, toes curling. you told him to just let it ring when he picked it up "c'mon baby, don't wanna leave him hanging" he smiled, almost evilly, as he Bega rolling his hips.
"no... he'll find out... I cant—" you said between moans. Dennis didn't care "you don't want to be rude and send him to voicemail, isn't he your boyfriend?" Dennis asked.
"no! he's not!" you replied asking Dennis to slow down and all he answered with was "Then you better tell him that." before answering the phone for you and putting it to your ear.
"hiiii,... James....!" you gasped
"hey,,, is everyone alright? you don't sound too good?" Before you could reply he got right to the chase. Dennis didn't bother slowing down at all making you cover your mouth to muffle the whines
"We should go out just give me another shot, how about we go to that restaurant you've been asking me to take you too?" he suggested and when your eyes flicked to Dennis he just shook his head 'no' before burying his head in your neck biting and kissing at your soft skin as his hips kept a slow pace.
"n-nn-no ss- sorry...! uhm... den.. Dennis is taking me there nnext weekend!" you were able to get out before your teeth dug into your bottom lip
" then next time your free we could—" James began talking again and just before you could say no Dennis took the phone, "She's busy doin’ something but I don't think afterwards she'll want to go on another date with you ever." he said before hanging up and tossing your phone back on the coffee table
"Dennis!" you grabbed at his shirt, nails digging into the flesh of his bicep, as his hips moved erratically. His hands take a bruising grip on your love-handles. "Fuck... god you feel so good baby..." he groaned..
"C'mon... tell me the truth," he said, looking down at you.
"hhhuh?" you were confused, gasping for air.
"tell me who fucks you better, baby... me or him? c'mon..." he crooned
"yy... fuck! you!" you shout.
"fuck me? is that anyway to speak to me when I'm giving you what you've been craving?" he teased with a mocking frown, bringing his thumb down to circle your clit
"c'mon, admit I fuck you better, and you can cum"
your breath shudders again "no— I meant... you do!" you whined trying to catch your breath at the bruising pace he was going.
Dennis' mouth curved into a smug smile "good girl..." he purred "go on, let go, pretty girl... I got you"
your body tensed feeling that white hot ripple through your body before you finally release on his cock. "oh god! thank youu!"
Dennis slows his thrusts before pulling out, his smile softens at you your scrunched face, head thrown back as you pant, body shaking "mm you really needed that, huh?" he said finishing himself off onto your tummy
You gave him a pouty nod and he responded with a chuckle before picking you up so you could pee and get cleaned up, knowing he got you all to himself now.
jack holding ur achy little cunt in his hand while you both sleep ?? so so cute :33 Occasionally groping you then shushing ur whines when he starts rubbing lazy circles on ur clit through those cotton panties he loves so much
18+ cw: daddy kink !!
oh my god he’s such a gross old man—hand never leaves your pants you just get used to it when you’re falling asleep. when he starts lazily rubbing your clit you squirm, moaning out to him, “mhmmm, jackie—“
he shushes you, “shhh, baby—let daddy feel you, yeahhh that’s it, go back to bed.” you arch your back, falling back onto the pillows you cuddle into him, spreading your legs a bit so he has better access, hand moving in your cute little cotton panties. <33 he can’t get enough of you, needs to feel how wet you are for him all the time. <333
Fat Reader crying because theyre insecure about their weight, and when Simon, the man Reader's been pining on for months confesses to them, they think its a cheap joke, and degrade themselves, saying "You can't even pick me up!"
Simon somehow gets Reader's number (Reader did NOT give it) and sends a video of Simon hip thrusting double Reader's weight with sweet groans, the outline of his bulge straining, clearly imagining Reader was on top of him.
CAN WE GET GHOST WITH BUG HYBRIDS. PLS. I NEED HIM TO BE THE WEIRD LITTLE FREAK HE IS WHO HAS WAY TOO MUCH KNOWLEDGE ON THEM. him with Centi/millipede reader...............
Ever seen delicious in dungeon/dungeon meshi? Ghost is like laios except he has trauma a drinking problem and swears.
If you happen to be a beetle hybrid, just a secretary who's office moved closer to his, he's absolutely cornering you at the printer so ask if he can "see 'ow those wings fit under tha' elytra, love. Won't tear them, promise."
Nevermind the fact this weirdo and kinda-your-boss is asking for something so insanely intimate most married couples don't do it. Dumbass just really wants to see the folds in action.
If you're an ant hybrid, the newest sergeant on the team, he's absolutely using those sparring moments where he has you pinned to shove a gloved hand between your mandibles and inspect them giddily.
Yes, he's still just as terrifying and mean as before, but now it'd worse because all his focus is on you. Any complaint you file about him gets lost along the way....at least he brings you food. Kinda weird that he just watches you eat it, though.
you know vought won't bury homelander. he wouldn't want to be cremated, but you know they wouldn't even do that, either. he's more than the v that was burned out of him. he was their breakthrough. he was an anomaly. two of a kind. he's their property.
no, they won't bury him. they'll put him on a cold table in a colder lab and take him apart. look for the wires that got crossed, the hidden code that will help them do it right the next time. the secret to a dog that only bites on command, and dies when you tell it to.
they'll rewrite history to make their folly his. the only part of him they'll bury is their hand in making him. not even his death will be his. they'll take that, too. he never got out of that room with the red door, and now part of him never will.
Now this is the one scene I’ll give Kripke credit for and anyone saying this is out of character for Homelander has zero media literacy. Time after time he’s been called pathetic, this is who he really is. A scared, weak little boy who’s nothing without his powers.
best thing about the finale wasn’t just seeing homelander and the deep kick the bucket but getting to see hughie do his impression of butcher and actually doing a pretty fucking diabolical job of it, a+
Antony Starr’s mannerism killed me. He made himself so small, soft. His mouth did the pout that only a child knows how to do, because with time you learn to control it. The hand movements were so small yet rapid. Not scary at all just…like he wanted to grab someone, find help.
God he was drowning, he acted it out so well. I drowned too. We all did.
It reminded me of scenes from movies when a father walks out the door after arguing with the mom and the kid starts crawling on his dad’s leg just to make him stay. Yea.
